O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow read more

O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength,—a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. -King Henry IV. read more

And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Delays have dangerous ends. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Delays have dangerous ends. -King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, read more

The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. read more

The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It read more

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.

A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

A thing devised by the enemy. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.